Monday, January 25, 2010

It's like they're trying to tell me something.

I've been getting calls supposedly from a collection agency recently. They occasionally leave messages stating they're calling on behalf of Giant Evil Credit Card Company, but usually they just ring my phone every couple hours, you know, just being friendly-like. It's surely a scam because I have an account with Giant Evil Credit Card Company that has never been over-limit or past due. Still, the concern that some jackass out there used my name to get credit and is using it to snap up Jeff Foxworthy memorabilia on eBay was enough to send me for a credit report.

So I go through the unnecessarily arduous steps to obtain my free credit report. At various stages in the process one has to prove that he's human by deciphering misshapen letters. I think, once in a while, bankers and credit card executives should have to prove humanity. Not by transcribing twisted text, but by illustrating some form of genuine kindness. Tax-deductible charity donations don't count. Something selfless and tangible. But I digress. The distorted characters I had to translate seemed to spell out their message to me and it's clear that they'll tolerate my existence as long as they're getting money out of it, but they sure don't like me.







It doesn't take too much imagination to turn FUQK 70 into FU*K YOU...
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